Chapter 9December 9th
Victor yawned as he walked into the staff room to get his lunch boxes out of the refrigerator—Jian had packed two. It was mostly deserted, and he didn’t mind at all. He didn’t have the energy for a lot of noise right now.
Last night had been magical, but they hadn’t arrived home until after midnight, and he’d been a yawning mess all day.
Remembering the last time Jian had packed him lunch, he shook the box—it didn’t sound like it was filled with wood. He opened the lid and was greeted by a note.
Heat the blue box but not the green and take them with you back to your office. Video call me before you start to eat.
Victor pursed his lips but did as told. The food smelled great, but he was a bit unsure of what it was. Lots of small things—balls, bacon-wrapped things,
